"Obviously, that didn't come out right, but you know what I mean," he said, laughing it off. "We don't wanna be the ones who cause the bloodshed here. We'll leave that to the Hardy Boys."
He got up to help Izzie out of her chair and made sure she was steady. Being an ex-borderline alcoholic wasn't something he was especially proud of, but if he'd learned anything, it was how to stand up straight and not stumble. Not exactly something you could learn at Princeton, but then again...the more he thought about it, the more he thought he'd started his training there.
"Doing okay so far," he said, leading her over to the dance floor. "Just let me know if you're gonna puke."